The Woodland

She curled her toes beneath the sodden soil,

 redolence of the earth lingered idly in the air.

The hymns of the thicket beckoned her deeper into its realm.

She felt insouciant, the comforting warmth of the sun's rays enamored her.

Her reluctance was drowned out by the rustles and whispers of nymphs that hid in the branches,  

Deeper she ventured, placid winds pulled her in a reverie. 

Swish, swish, swish,

Fae emerged from between the blades of grass, their delicate wings incandescent and lucent.

Formerly miniscule and now growing in stature, The Fae fondly and jubilantly frolic around her.

The Fae men and women were almost too ravishing to even gaze her eyes upon.

They bore no vestments, they sauntered nude and blithe.

Tiaras and Crowns made up of  flora adorned atop of their heads, signifying eminence of this arboraceous dominion.

The ubiety of being amongst these creatures overcame her,

So much so, she found herself becoming faint.

 Upon waking from her feverish slumber, 

She found herself lounging on top of a flower bed of daisies.

Brimming with elation, The Fae women dressed her hair with the finest blossoms,

The Fae men trailed all parts of her constitution with soft kisses, their firm but gentle hands causing the hairs of her skin to ascend and shudder. 

Tenderly they discarded her of her silks until she, too, was barest amongst them. 

Gently, The Fae eased her up and guided her towards an arched tunnel of oak trees.

Expeditiously, they guided her through the tunnel,

Softly murmuring sweet songs in a language she could not comprehend. 

As they neared the end of the passage, they were welcomed to a clearing of tall, dense grass.

The Fae did not dare venture further.

One of the Fae woman gently cupped her face and planted a gentle peck on her lips before

nudging her into the clearing. 

Sanguinely, she waltzed into the open welcomed before her. 

Her hands were tickled by the blade tips of grass  as she navigated her way through.

Suddenly, she felt a burning tingle rise up her spine,

 Celestial warmth and rapture overpowered her. 

She was becoming an apotheosis of  herself in a way that she would have never been able to fathom.

Wings of tremendous splendor sprouted from her and she found herself volant above the thicket.

The Fae spectacled the sky alongside her, 

The sweet songs were now of comprehension, 

The songs rejoiced  her provenance amongst them.

How could she have wished to be of such deification?